A Hooker's Sex Stories
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Ultimate Surrender Part 3Slaves can come in several varieties. I could have a slave who did all my housework for me. I could have a slave who did other menial tasks for me but I choose not to. Those sort of slaves would just get in my way and wouldn’t mix with my lifestyle. So the slaves I do have are the other sort of slave – they’re sex slaves. They come to me and submit to me for my sexual pleasure … and theirs too. Maintaining that distinction between being the mistress or master and being the slave can be very difficult and somewhere in my relationship with this guy the distinction became blurred. He began coming to me for punishment and pain, cock and ball torture and all those other things that he found pleasurable. At the end of each session I would take my pleasure from him and believe me, he gave me a lot of pleasure. As I said earlier, his cock is big and it stretches my pussy and I would ride it till I came but he was never allowed to. He might have been permitted to coat my boobs with his cum, if he had been especially good to me, but that was the limit. Then one day he asked me if he could worship my pussy and I allowed him to do that … and his tongue drove me into a screaming orgasm. The next time he came I allowed him to do it again and on the third and fourth occasion. By the fifth occasion I realized that he was taking control of me. He would keep me hanging right on the edge of an orgasm and hold me there with his tongue till my body ached and shook with the need to slip into the orgasm that I craved. He was certainly still respectful but there was no doubt that a switch had occurred between Mistress and Slave. And it developed from there; first it was gentle bondage before he went down on me, then it was pain with pegs on my nipples. Oh how good that felt! With those pegs he led me into a world of pain that I never knew existed. In that world the pain is pleasure and an orgasm is nothing unless there is pain curling at the edges. And last weekend the switch reached the ultimate point. When I had finished with him there were no words spoken, he simply took me and laid me on the bed. He tied my wrists together and then tied them to the head of the bed. He placed pegs on my nipples and I cried out as the pain seared into my brain. Then his strong, rough hands took hold of my legs and gently spread them wide. I did not resist and somehow we both seemed to know that our switch was complete. It was now me who was making the ultimate surrender and I had become his sex slave. His tongue was like torture. It built me up and then slowly brought me back from the edge of pleasure. It built me up again and again he took me away from what I craved. His finger slowly pushed into my ass as his tongue danced on my clit and I sobbed with frustration at the orgasm that was before me but withheld from me. And then he allowed me to cum and I screamed and thrashed as his tongue and his fingers controlled me and enslaved me. Before I had finished he stopped and I looked at him, pleading with my eyes, begging him to go on but he only smiled as he got to his knees. How could he leave me like this? Even slaves were entitled to better treatment. But he had other ideas. He wanted to complete his domination over me. He took my ankles and held my legs wide and drove his cock into me. It wasn’t me taking my pleasure on his cock now. No, this was him dominating and plundering the body of his willing slave. Again and again his cock roared into my body and possessed me until finally the true ultimate submission and ultimate domination came when his cum poured into me and filled me and marked me as his own. ] Posted: Thursday 3rd March 2005, 6:56 AM |
